World Cup of Great Powers

The next morning, Zeng Zheng dressed up in disguise before going to the restaurant of the Hilton Hotel for dinner.

"Coach Zeng, what should we investigate first?"

Miss Qian picked up a poached egg and asked while eating it.

Looking at the Western food in front of him, Zeng Zheng thought for a while, "Let's go to the hotel where the team members stay first."

After a while, Zeng Zheng and Dong Jun arrived at the door of Ramada Hotel.

"This is a four-star hotel. Compared with the same level in China, it is a little lower grade." Dong Jun introduced, pointing to the door and signboard.

"The quality is not important. What is important is the accommodation environment and food."

Entering the hotel, Zeng Zheng stepped onto the elevator under the guidance of Dong Jun.

"Originally, the hotel arranged for our team members to be on the fourth floor, but I was asked to move to the fifth floor."

"Why?" Miss Qian asked curiously.

"It sounds like 4!" Dong Jun laughed, "Originally I didn't care about this in China, but after all, it involves qualifying for the Olympics, so we can't be careless!"

Dong Jun arranged double rooms for the team members.

The room is not big, but it is clean and tidy.

Looking out through the window, there are rows of green belts, and the scenery is pretty good.

And at this height, the noise from outside can't be transmitted in.

After Zeng Zheng wandered around for a while, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Coach Zeng, there are also the coaching staff's suites, do you want to take a look?"

"No need, I can live anywhere."

"Yes, Coach Zeng can live anywhere!" Miss Qian blinked and agreed.

After understanding the accommodation environment, the next step is food.

After briefly looking around the restaurant, Zeng Zheng frowned.

Seemingly sensing Zeng Zheng's doubts, Dong Jun took the initiative and said, "Coach Zeng, originally there was only Arabic food here."

"But after our negotiation, the hotel will provide us with Western food."

"If you are still not used to Western food, then we have to prepare our own dry food."

Hearing this, Zeng Zheng's brows widened.

"Just let yourself fire."

"At that time, let's buy some ingredients that are acceptable to the locals, and I can make them myself."

Dong Jun was stunned after hearing this, and then shook his head repeatedly.

"No, Coach Zeng!"

"How can I trouble you with such a small thing?"

"If the domestic economy is in short supply, I can find a trustworthy Chinese cook..."

In Dong Jun's opinion, Zeng Zheng's cooking skills were overqualified and underutilized.

When it comes to qualifying for the Olympics, Dong Jun can't wait for Zeng Zheng to spend every minute and every second on his players and the team.

After the food and lodging issues were settled, Zeng Zheng asked casually again.

"Where do those people from South Korea live?"

"They stayed at the five-star Bay Hotel arranged by Bahrain Bamboo Shoes, but they refused Bahrain Bamboo Shoes' arrangement for food. They contacted a restaurant owned by a former South Korean men's volleyball coach who had coached in Bahrain."

"I'm familiar with the South Korean boss."

"Coach Zeng, do you want me to go to his place to collect some information?"

Zeng Zheng shook his head, "Forget it, I don't want to alert the enemy."

Seeing Zeng Zheng's objection, Dong Jun asked again: "Coach Zeng, South Korea and Bahrain are warming up at the National Stadium in the evening. Can we go and see it?"

"NO, no, no, no."

"Why?" Even Miss Qian didn't understand this time.

"Practice is different from competition." Zeng Zheng explained, "Practice is just to get used to the venue and has no other effect."

"And if I go to the scene, I will definitely be recognized."

"When reporters from both sides surround me, it will be bad."

Dong Jun nodded when he heard this, "Coach Zeng is still thoughtful."

"Coach Zeng, what else do you want to know?"

Zeng Zheng thought for a while and asked: "Uncle Dong, you have been in Bahrain for so long and you are familiar with the people here."

"I want to know what the attitude of the Bahrain people and bamboo shoes is towards this Olympic qualifying tournament."

Hearing this, Dong Jun scratched his head.

"Coach Zeng, to be honest, Bahrainis don't value football very much, and they don't care much about whether they can enter the Olympics."

"They really like playing volleyball."

"But you don't have to worry. Bahrain Bamboo Shoes said before that they must fight against South Korea."

"So there shouldn't be any water leakage..."

Zeng Zheng nodded, thought for a moment and then asked: "I remember when Bahrain played against us, one of their players did not come because he was taking a college exam. Has he finished the exam this time?"

"Jafar, right? He has passed the exam!" Dong Jun immediately replied, "And the main players such as Dosari, Isa, and Ghazi have also recovered from injuries, and they will definitely be able to play in the game against South Korea."

"Then I'll be relieved." Zeng Zheng grinned, "Now, I just look forward to Bahrain winning against South Korea!"

...

October 17, Bahrain, National Stadium.

Zeng Zheng refused to identify himself and went to the VIP seats to watch the game.

I bought a low-priced ticket in an inconspicuous location, asked for a list of players from both teams, and then lined up behind the fans and entered the stadium.

The entrance to the stadium is small and crowded with people.

In the crowd, Miss Qian grabbed the corner of Zeng Zheng's clothes for fear of getting lost.

At this moment, a man wearing a turban squeezed past the two of them.

Not only was the opponent's hands grabbing him, but the body odor coming from under his armpits almost killed the two of them.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit!" Miss Qian almost spit out her lunch, "Their headscarf is quite clean, but it's been months since they took a shower? vomit, vomit..."

Zeng Zheng turned around and said helplessly:

"Miss Qian, why do you and I suffer this fate?"

"Aren't you rich?"

“Let’s go to the VIP seats and watch!”

After hearing what Zeng Zheng said, Miss Qian straightened her back immediately.

"I won't!"

"I don't believe it. I can't adapt to this ordinary seat?"

"I just want to see how dirty and messy these ordinary seats can be today!"

Seeing the other party's stubborn mouth, Zeng Zheng smiled slightly and took out a mask from his arms.

"Ah! Where did you buy this?"

Zeng Zheng shrank his hand to avoid Miss Qian's grabbing hand.

Following the way Miss Qian waved the room card in front of him that night, he opened the mask and put it on his face.

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"you!!!"

Seeing that Zeng Zhengzhen had used the mask himself, Ms. Qian was so angry that she stamped her feet.

...

After entering the stadium, the surrounding air became much fresher.

Zeng Zheng found a seat in a corner with few people, and then studied the lists of both parties.

"Bangzi is deliberately conserving his strength!"

Miss Qian fanned the air in front of her with her collar, frowned and asked, "Why?"

"In this game, only four of them have participated in the game with us. Isn't this preserving their strength?"

"Four people?" Miss Qian was startled, and then said with hatred, "It seems that we underestimated our opponents after seeing us win so many goals against Bahrain. Huh! I really hope they capsize in the gutter!"

After the game started, Zeng Zheng's expression gradually became serious.

Xu Dingmao arranged a very strange formation today, which may be related to the fact that they did not use all the main players.

No supportive team, no favorite players, no fierce competition...

In addition, Zeng Zheng spoke less and less, making Miss Qian feel drowsy.

After a while, he rested his head on Zeng Zheng's shoulder and took a nap.

Hearing a slight snore coming from his ears, Zeng Zheng turned his head, his cheeks itching from the tips of his hair.

After thinking about it, he took out a new mask from his pocket, tore open the outer packaging, and gently placed it on Miss Qian's face.

Perhaps because she moved too much, Miss Qian opened her eyes when she touched the other person's second ear.

His big eyes flickered and blinked. Not only did he not stop Zeng Zheng from moving, but his face tilted, allowing Zeng Zheng to hang the mask on his ears.

"Coach Zeng, what's the score?"

For some reason, Zeng Zheng always felt that Ms. Qian's voice was much gentler when she wore a mask, and was not as unruly as the other ladies from the previous two nights.

"0 to 0." Zeng Zheng replied casually, "It's halftime now."

"Ah? The Bahrain team didn't score a goal?"

"Didn't get in." Zeng Zheng shook his head.

The Bahrain team is really weak.

Even when he returned to his home court, he did not show the slightest advantage.

"Come on Bahrain team, try to score one in the second half!"

"I think it's difficult!" Zeng Zheng curled his lips and seemed not to be optimistic about Bahrain.

"Why? Didn't South Korea also not score a goal?" Miss Qian asked curiously, "Doesn't this mean that at least Bahrain's defense is pretty good?!"

"No." Zeng Zheng explained, "South Korea didn't score a goal. It's not because the Bahrain team defended well, but because they didn't attack well."

"Lee Dongguo didn't play, so they attacked awkwardly."

"No. 22 Li Guanyu couldn't get support and played poorly in the front."

"If my estimate is correct, if Xu Dingmao wants to meet the ball, he will definitely have to send Li Dongguo to play in the second half."

Sure enough, the second half was just as Zeng Zheng expected.

Just seven minutes into the game, Li Dongguo replaced Kim Yinzhong.

Two minutes later, Li Dongguo seized the best opportunity in the game and scored a goal.

After South Korea scored, Ms. Qian became excited.

Several times, she stood up with the Bahrain fans to cheer for the Bahrain players.

But until the end of the game, no Bahrain players were seen to equalize the score.

On the contrary, before the end of the game, South Korea stole another goal.

In this war between South Korea and Pakistan, the South Koreans achieved the greatest gains at almost the minimum cost.

...

"South Korea has a small victory over Bahrain, and the National Olympics will usher in a deadly match between South Korea and South Korea"

"The National Olympics has no choice!"

"Schlapner: Score 8 points to qualify for the National Olympics"

"Zhang Yuheng: I'll fight with a stick!"

...

2-0, the result that fans least wanted to see came from Manama.

Bahrain has not defeated its opponents at home, so what is inappropriate in the away game is the point-giving boy?

Don't look at the honest and honest face of the coach of the Bahrain team. He keeps talking about striving to win an away victory in Seoul for the sake of China-Bahrain friendship and his own honor.

But in fact, in the past two years, South Korea's chaebols have provided considerable support to Bahrain's domestic construction.

In terms of off-field friendship, South Korea is really no worse than us.

After all, you still need to be strong to strike iron!

After Bahrain’s dream of sniping South Korea was shattered.

Apart from facing a deadly confrontation with South Korea, there really is no way out for the National Olympics.

The current situation is that the National Olympics currently ranks first in the group with a goal difference advantage.

According to Schlapner's calculations, if the Olympics draw with South Korea and then defeat Bahrain in an away game, there is a real hope of qualifying with only 8 points.

But the question is, will South Korea agree to this plan?

If agreed, it means that the two teams will give up the direct confrontation and make a fuss about the last opponent, Bahrain.

The National Olympics defeated Bahrain 5-1 at home, and it looked like the score difference was huge.

But with the ability of the South Koreans to play outside the game, they may not be able to achieve the same score in Seoul, or even a bigger score difference.

By then, the National Olympics will be completely passive.

With only away games left for the National Olympics, can the goal difference disadvantage be restored at home in Bahrain?

After coming to the away game, can the National Olympic Games still perform as well as they did at home?

These are all unknowns.

Therefore, the best choice before the National Olympics is to KO South Korea in one fell swoop at your home court!

The reverse is also true.

As for South Korea, they will never lose this game easily!

...

On the morning of October 27, according to South Korea's "Today Sports" report, the South Korean Olympic team had left Gimpo International Airport on flight 3335.

Before leaving, Xu Dingmao was interviewed by reporters at Gimpo Airport. Xu Dingmao said: "We must enter the Olympic finals for the fourth consecutive time."

At 12:30 noon on October 27, the South Korean National Olympics arrived at Hongqiao Airport in Shanghai.

In order to maintain confidentiality, the Olympic team, which previously trained in the outfield of the 80,000-person stadium at 10 a.m. every day, will move its training venue to a third location on the 27th.

As soon as the South Korean players arrived in the city, they received a "warm welcome" from the Magic City fans.

According to the description of South Korea's "Nikkan Sports Newspaper" - "The capital city is enveloped in a murderous atmosphere of "defeat South Korea"."

That afternoon, a spectator at the Olympic training ground discovered the reporter who was writing notes in Korean on his notebook.

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Spies!!!"

With a "swish" sound, the eyes of the more than 700 fans at the scene immediately followed their fingers and looked at the two reporters.

Under the translation of a female fan in her early 20s at the scene, the two reporters were "politely" "asked" to leave the training ground.

At the press conference before the game, Xu Dingmao and Zeng Zheng sat at a long table.

The audience was full of reporters "waiting for food".

Reporter: "Can you tell us about South Korea's preparations for war?"

Xu Dingmao: "After returning from Bahrain, we only rested for two days, and then we were busy warming up and preparing to compete with the Chinese team. At present, the team's situation is pretty good."

Reporter: Public opinion circles believe that this South Korean Olympic team is the weakest in history. What do you think?

Xu Dingmao: "I have nothing to worry about my team. I also believe in the experience and strength of my team. I think this Olympic team is very good."

Reporter: Some South Korean media said that you once said that the Chinese team would not be able to defeat the South Korean team in the next 10 years. Is this true?

Xu Dingmao: This is the first time I have heard such a thing. I have never said it. In addition, I have never had any foreign spokesperson.

Reporter: Can you reveal tomorrow’s lineup? Also, can Ko Jong-su be included?

Xu Dingmoo: I'm sorry, I can't reveal it to you. But one thing I can say is that Gao Jongsu will definitely play tomorrow.

Reporter: Many people believe that the Chinese team will end its "Korean phobia" on the evening of the 29th. Are you feeling stressed?

Xu Dingmao: I don’t have any pressure. I believe in the strength of my team. In addition, there are winners and losers in football matches. If you do well, you will continue to do it. If you don’t do well, you will step down!

...

Xu Dingmao's speech was quite satisfactory, and he cleverly answered several trap questions from Chinese reporters.

But in general, Xu Dingmao's answers are quite reliable and answered some questions that fans are concerned about.

Next, the microphone reached Zeng Zheng's side.

Reporter: "Coach Zeng, there is news that you have lost confidence in Zhang Yuheng. Will he appear on tomorrow's roster?"

Zeng Zheng: "Zhang Yuheng suffered a muscle strain during training. Whether he can play or not depends on how well he recovers."

Reporter: "Since Zhang Yuheng can't play, will there be any surprise players in the National Olympics?"

Zeng Zheng: "I never said that Zhang Yuheng could not play. As for the special players and so on, didn't I already announce the list of all the National Olympics players?"

Reporter: "Regarding tomorrow's game, will the Olympic team change its formation? Or will it continue the previous formation?"

Zeng Zheng: "There is no fixed formation in the National Olympics, only the most suitable formation, and it will be the same in every game."

Reporter: "This game comes to the Chinese team's home court. Will you still object to the referee's decision?"

Zeng Zheng: "Whether I support the referee's decision or not is entirely due to my personal preference and has nothing to do with home and away games. I think if tomorrow's referee still can't see the facts clearly, Chinese fans will be the first to disagree."

...

After hearing Zeng Zheng's answer, the fans also nodded secretly.

Coach Zeng, just be prepared!

The frown returned to Xu Dingmao's face.

If the players from both sides square off and fight, Xu Dingmao really won't be afraid of Zeng Zheng's Olympic performance.

But the problem is that Zeng Zheng's formations are ever-changing, and his hiring techniques and principles are also unpredictable.

Looking at his past achievements, he is a young coach with unlimited imagination.

Facing such an opponent, Xu Dingmao, who likes to follow the rules step by step, will inevitably have a headache.

I heard that there will still be a change of formation for the National Olympics tomorrow, and generals like Zhang Yuheng may be abandoned.

Xu Dingmao's first reaction was not happiness or excitement, but deep worry.

If it were any other opponent, he would think that the opponent had cut off his own limbs;

But if it were Zeng Zheng, Xu Dingmao would have to consider whether Zeng Zheng would develop a new formation style based on the weaknesses of his own formation in the past few days.

If so, they will be passive.

...

October 29th is the last morning before the war between China and South Korea is about to begin.

With a press card hanging around her neck, Qin Xue arrived outside the 80,000-person stadium.

At this time, except for one or two ticket sellers riding motorcycles who came to the door early to sell or buy game tickets, it was difficult to see anyone.

Qin Xue looked left and right.

Finally I saw a familiar figure from the side of the stadium.

"Ha, LUCKY!"

Qin Xue clenched her fists, "Sure enough, the early bird catches the worm!"

Wang Junsheng was wearing a simple sportswear, and he looked a little reserved when facing the camera.

After Qin Xue briefly answered a few questions, a fan suddenly came over from the other side.

"Mr. Wang, please get a ticket!"

"It's not easy for us to come all the way here!"

Looking at the word "Huangshi" on the fans' chests, Wang Junsheng showed a wry smile.

"Don't talk about you guys, I just met a fan who asked me for a ticket."

"When I asked, he rode a bicycle all the way from Tieling, Liaoning, to the Magic City."

"This stadium doesn't belong to me, where can I get a ticket?"

"Oh! If you could come earlier, you could buy tickets."

Following Wang Junsheng's fingers, Qin Xue and several Huangshi fans saw the extremely ordinary bicycle.

When he stepped forward and asked, the Tieling fan looked regretful.

“I set off on the 5th, but it wasn’t until the 25th that I rode to Magic City.”

Qin Xue nodded after hearing this.

The tickets were sold out as early as the 12th. If you come to buy it at 25, you will definitely not be able to buy it.

"If it doesn't work, why don't you look for scalpers?" Qin Xue tried to persuade him.

"Hey, scalpers are looking for it! It's too expensive!"

The Northeastern fan sighed, "They paid five to six hundred for a ticket worth more than 80 yuan. How can I get the money?"

"It seems that this time I can only enjoy the news outside the stadium."

At the request of the fan, Qin Xue picked up the camera and left his thin figure close behind him, but far away in front of the 80,000-person stadium at the end of the world.

After getting the photo, the fan named Chen left with a lot of gratitude.

Qin Xue held the camera and fiddled with the lens, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.

Looking at the magnificent 80,000-person stadium in front of her, Qin Xue secretly hoped in her heart: "Coach Zeng, you must win tonight's game!"